133: The dust has settled, but another storm is brewing.

This sleep felt like death itself.

When Lin Feng woke up, he felt as if he had been repeatedly run over by a truck.

He struggled to push himself up halfway from the cold, hard hotel room floor; his bones creaked, and every inch of his muscle fibers screamed in protest.

The sky outside the window was no longer a piercing white but a dim, orange-yellow hue, and the streetlights of the town were all lit.

It was the next day, and already evening.

He turned his head to see Wang Dalong sleeping even more soundly beside him, sprawled out in a 'big' shape on the floor, snoring like a tractor, with a shiny string of drool hanging from the corner of his mouth, threatening to drip onto the floor at any moment.

The feeling of exhaustion after surviving a disaster was slowly draining from his body as his consciousness cleared.

Immediately after, an uncontrollable surge of excitement erupted from the depths of his heart!

The Southern Song Dynasty's national treasury!

"the treasure of mandate of the great song"!

Beneath Yamen, three thousand loyal souls!

The Key to Yamen!

Images flashed back frantically in his mind. Even as a firsthand witness, recalling it now still felt like an unreal dream.

Lin Feng staggered to the window and pushed open the creaky, broken pane.

Below, the small town bustled with traffic; the shouts of vendors, car horns, and the playful sounds of couples mingled together, filled with the lively atmosphere of the human world.

He took a deep breath of the air mixed with exhaust fumes and barbecue smoke, yet felt an immense sense of peace.

Who would have thought that just a few dozen kilometers away, beneath that seemingly calm sea surface, lay the final sigh and dignity of a great dynasty?

"Ugh... uh..."

Wang Dalong on the floor groaned a couple of times and also woke up.

Rubbing his bleary eyes, he sat up, looking around dazedly, taking several seconds to remember where he was.

The next second, he jolted as if a spring had been installed under his butt, leaping three feet straight up from the floor!

"Holy shit! Old Lin! We've hit the jackpot!"

"No! The country has hit the jackpot!!"

Wang Dalong, like a bull injected with stimulants, let out a roar and charged over, grabbing Lin Feng's arm and shaking it wildly, his face flushed with excitement, spraying spit all over Lin Feng's face.

"The Southern Song treasury! An entire national treasury! Mountains of gold and silver! And that imperial seal! Even though it's a high-quality replica, it was personally supervised by Emperor Taizu of Song, Zhao Kuangyin! A national treasure! A peerless national treasure!"

"It's the treasure of mandate of the great song," Lin Feng said, dizzy from being shaken, pushing him away, but his voice also couldn't suppress the burning excitement. "Calm down first. This isn't over yet."

"Right, right, right! It's not over yet!"

Wang Dalong, as if doused with a bucket of cold water, finally sobered up a bit from his excitement.

Remembering the most critical matter, he let go of Lin Feng and began pacing anxiously back and forth in the cramped room like a headless fly, muttering to himself.

"The stuff is still down there, the entrance is still open, and it's low tide now. What if... what if some beachcomber discovers it? That's a huge hole!"

"And the videos! Our videos aren't edited yet, the evidence hasn't been submitted! In this situation, if anything goes missing from the treasury, we'll be the prime suspects, unable to clear our names even if we jumped into the Yellow River!"

"So, we have a lot of work ahead of us."

Lin Feng's thinking, however, was crystal clear. He walked to the table, poured himself a glass of cold water, and drank it in one gulp.

He held up two fingers toward Wang Dalong.

"Divide and conquer."

"First, you, immediately, right now! Start editing the full video footage of our expedition. Remember, the full footage! From entering that dilapidated tumulus, to opening the stone door, to discovering the treasury—not a single second can be deleted. Back up all the raw materials!"

"This is the only evidence to clear our names and prove our innocence! It's also the most direct merit to report to the country!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Dalong's expression immediately turned serious, and he nodded heavily.

He understood the gravity of this matter better than anyone.

"Second," Lin Feng continued arranging, "starting tomorrow, you go to that bay every day. No need to get close; find a good vantage point on high ground and use a drone to monitor that entrance 24/7. It's the tail end of the spring tide now; there will be a few hours of low tide every day when the entrance is exposed. We must ensure that no one else discovers it before the authorities take over!"

"No problem!" Wang Dalong patted his chest; this was his forte. "I guarantee I'll even capture any fly that tries to fly in!"

He then asked, "So I'm doing these two things. What about you, Old Lin? What are you doing?"

Lin Feng turned around and carefully retrieved his laptop from the soaked waterproof bag.

He opened the computer; the cold light of the screen illuminated his face, his calm expression hiding an unshakable obsession.

"I... am going to give this story the most perfect ending."

"And at the same time, raise the curtain for the next story."

Wang Dalong was stunned for a moment, his mind racing before he finally understood.

"You mean... you're going to edit a video related to the imperial seal?"

"Yes," was Lin Feng's one-word reply.

"You're not going to include the stuff about the imperial seal of china from the ledger, are you?..." Wang Dalong's voice dropped extremely low as he leaned close to Lin Feng, his face filled with conflict, shock, and a hint of fear.

"Brother Feng, that's the He Shi Bi! The heirloom of the First Emperor of Qin! Taken by that guy Kublai Khan to be buried with Genghis Khan..."

"If that news gets out, the whole world would go crazy! Archaeologists, historians, explorers, tomb raiders... everyone would go mad!"

"This thing... are we really going to touch it?"

Just thinking of the name "Genghis Khan" sent shivers down Wang Dalong's spine, goosebumps rising from his neck to his heels.

What kind of man was he?

A horseback emperor who swept across Eurasia, a ruthless figure who single-handedly changed the world's map!

His tomb is hailed as the "Ultimate Holy Grail" of the global archaeological community. For over seven hundred years, countless countries and teams have invested massive resources to search for it, yet not a single trace has been found.

The difficulty of finding it is at least a hundred times higher than finding the Southern Song treasure.

That's not exploration; that's suicide!

Lin Feng fell silent.

He didn't answer Wang Dalong, just quietly stared at the computer screen.

The flickering cold light of the screen made his expression appear exceptionally resolute.

"Don't worry, I'm not that reckless. I know very well what should and shouldn't be said."

His voice was soft, yet carried an irresistible sense of destiny.

When that mysterious system issued the epic-level mission "jade fragments tracing" in his mind, he knew his life had completely derailed.

He was firmly bound by an invisible force to the chariot of history.

He could only follow this force forward, with no turning back.

Wang Dalong looked at Lin Feng's profile, opened his mouth to say something, but ultimately couldn't utter a word.

He sighed resignedly, plopped back down on the floor, and pulled out his own laptop and hard drive from his backpack.

"Alright... since we're grasshoppers tied to the same rope."

"Let's get to work!"

Soon, the cramped room was filled only with the hum of two computer fans and the crisp, urgent sounds of keyboards and mice being clicked.

Lin Feng's fingers danced swiftly across the keyboard.

He didn't immediately start processing the dazzling array of video footage. Instead, he created a new project in the editing software.

Then, he typed the title for the new video.

A line of ancient, dignified Song-style characters slowly appeared in the center of the screen.

【the treasure of mandate of the great song — The Final Breath of a Dynasty】